Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wire. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.